I'd like to think maybe some day I could be, but things aren't looking good. In part, I think it's Chicago's fault. Remember those impatiens and geraniums? I'm so frustrated with them. (It's not their fault, I know.) They looked so pretty and hopeful when they were first planted. Teeny little purple and white flowers, rooted in pretty black soil, turned up toward the sun. I had great hopes.
That was a month ago.
Spring has been rainy, cool and cloudy. Overall, sort of depressing. And when it rains, it lasts at least 24 hours, if not more. It's never a pretty, summery shower. It's always a drenching. And afterwards, my poor little impatiens look pathetic. They've lost leaves and petals, and are usually buried in evergreen needles, fallen twigs, and leaves. And
What does grow is the clover. And the dandelions. Being this far along in pregnancy, I just can't get down on hands and knees to do anything to fix the mess. I mean, I could, but I'd never get up again. And besides all that, D and I just don't have the money to go out and buy mulch, or more plants, or whatever, to landscape. Money is going towards baby, and she's not even here yet!
And I guess, to be honest, what's adding to my discontentment is our neighbors. (Not our neighbors themselves, they are lovely people.) We live on a street whose hobby is home repair. Every day you can see someone doing something to their house. Planting, painting, renovating... you name it. Our next door neighbors have an adorable little house. Today they were both home - working on the backyard. They have plans to lay down a patio, some new landscaping, and to put up a 6-foot fence. (They somehow know how to do all this stuff.)
When I saw them out back, images of the clover in the front yard flickered through my mind. I was suddenly struck with an overwhelming urge to lay down and take a nap.
So I did.
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